Tilion

One of the Ainur. Guardian of the last Flower of Telperion. The Wayward. #TolkienRP

[Tilion @Isil_Tilion]

~*Even the bright mirror wanes empty into the darkness when there is no light to reflect; no shine to give forth.*

[Karasu 🐦‍⬛• working on comms @karasu_draws]

Everyone’s drawing of the moon looks so pretty, I kinda wanted to give it a try.

[Tilion @Isil_Tilion]

I seem to he getting a lot of attention as of late...

[yann ✏️ @yannvalber]

moon

[Tatiana Fajardo @Tatiana19796]

Eva Kosmos, 'Away from the Herd' via @artstationhq https://t.co/hrdUzymGTI

[Kloir @kloirr]

Sunset stag 🩷

[Enchanted Booklet @dreamerbook]

'Moon over the lake ' by Ernst Fuchs, (1930 -2015).

[Enchanted Booklet @dreamerbook]

'Red Deer in Moonlight Landscape' by Eugen Krüger

[soli @solisolsoli]

Dear Moon

[Into The Forest Dark @ElliottBlackwe3]

Noriyuki Kobayashi

[Masterpieces of Japan @JapanTraCul]

Moon at Enoshima, by Kawase Hasui, 1933

[Tilion @Isil_Tilion]

@OfTheOldForest - metal, nor to the song of gloom; his bright stare remains on Goldberry alone. Minding not the depth, he swims with the same smoothness of the vessel he sails, towards the cloud of white.* Goldberry... Goldberry... *And reaches for her.*

[Tilion @Isil_Tilion]

@OfTheOldForest *Tilion walks by the table, but his eyes do not linger on the rotten fruit. As he steps into the water, the mist alights in reflections that unfurl in answer to the silver ripples that the Maia's shape stirs. He answers not to the swift cloak of shadow, nor to the sound of -

[斉藤 和 @saitoukazu]

星回廊。

[Tilion @Isil_Tilion]

@OfTheOldForest - relief attempts to bite. By sound and scent, touch and reflection, he reaches for a mirror of water, of edges blurred by long forgotten weed.*

[Tilion @Isil_Tilion]

@OfTheOldForest *Tilion knows death like he knows the forest, like the arrowhead knows flesh. Yet this has another shape, one even he is a stranger to. In a flicker of starlight, the silver horns carve a path across the land. Where the undead dwell, little does Tilion care if the cold without -

[Tilion @Isil_Tilion]

@OfTheOldForest - remaining candles offer, that he may find the River Daughter soon enough for her to still be bathed in their shine. Yet the voice sang of wights, and so he draws his bow for it may join the tune, but the arrows remain still in the quiver.*

[Tilion @Isil_Tilion]

@OfTheOldForest *The light in the Hunter's eyes does not waver, but he too grows still, listening for a source of that unnamed voice before deciding on a path. He knows how to find a trail even through starless darkness, yet is helplessly drawn to the gold light. To the trembling hope that the -